Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from th

Then, after lunch, I became free to move.

I usually sleep here, but I'm in trouble, I still don't get drowsy.

So I decided to go hunting and jumped off the balcony into the square.

Let's find someone and give them a shout before we go.

When I made that decision and headed to the field, I found Sister Cookles just there.

"Phew, phew... Mr. Hollix is amazing, give me something like this, eh, lightly... Nsha, Nsha...... Phew."

I stuck observing that I was going to speak up.

Something about that look was simply interesting.

The Sister of the Cathedral is cultivating the field with a quail or something.

Cookles has a refreshing smile when he says it's a pretty heavy labor.

I wipe sweat from my pale green hair and wiggle my quail unfamiliar with my obsession.

It's not what I could have said swinging at Qua, though.

"Sounds like fun, Sister Cookles"

"Oh, Mr. Electrum. ♪ I'm not a Sister anymore, from now on, please call me Coo."

"Sorry, there's a lot of resistance to that way of calling it"

If Patia asks, she'll be upset again.

When the hell are you going to break it down...... I'm not worried, but I'm sorry about Cookles.

"No...... eh. Oh, so how's it going to be called Coodon? Cookles Douane, so I, for one, am Coodon."

"Coudon......"

"Yes, what is it, Mr. Elek?"

He's going to be Mr. Travel, he's going to be Mr. Cat, and now he's going to abbreviate himself elec.

He was a floating away and strange man to make.

"By the way, is field work that much fun? No, because they seemed to be doing their job with a good smile."

"Yes, it's fun! The world has had so much fun, I'm surprised!

"If you work too hard, you'll be on your hips and arms. And clothes, it looks like you should procure them somehow..."

Monastic clothes, this doesn't look right for the peripheral life of something that feels clear now.

You don't even need to look good in this land, the only men are old men and catfish.

"So is that...... I hope I'm used to it, but it might just be a little hard to move... Ha-ha-ha, shall I take it off?"

"No, you can't tell if you're joking or if you're serious, Lady."

"Yes, is that a joke......?

Cookles tilts his neck. No way, were you serious...

"If you take it off poorly, Bernie will be softened, so let's stop there"

"Oh, Mr. Bunny! You're a very kind person, you rubbed a lot of shoulders earlier. I'm very good at that, and I'm motivated to try harder."

Cathuman doubted his ears. He rubbed my shoulder, said a clear Sister, whom the royal family had begun to see.

Sexual harassment is not sexual harassment unless the person who has been recognized as sexual harassment.

Ha, what are you doing Bernie...... Please do something about my present subtle mood...

He says he's starting to review you one by one because of it, but he's completely gone...

Bernie Goliath, what are you doing......

"Sister...... no, Cookles......"

"Yes?"

"Barney is certainly a good one. But he... No, it's nothing after all. Well, if that's okay with you..."

I got away with strange rhetoric.

Should I just say this properly?

"Talk to Rick if you need anything, because if you want to escalate, I'll put some bullshit on you."

"... ha, what's escalating?

"No, well, if you like..."

Are you really this Sister, 24...

I was keeping an eye on the distant dark clouds on the side of the demon world under the daylight after noon.

Oh, really, me, I was starting to review Barney...? He said you were a fine knight...

"Oh there you are, Cookles! Oh, aren't you a cat human, the one who's not sleepy at all today?

"Oh, you showed up, Barney."

Now what do we do? No prying or interference is not my hobby, and no but......

"Oh, Mr. Bunny. ♪ Loosen your shoulders just now. Thank you so much. ♪

... Oh, no, de natural don't be afraid.

The insignificant words caught Bernie's face. Because I have a lower heart and a sense of touching my shoulder.

"Ugh... oh, whoa, well! Looks like he was tired or something, you know, old man? Beh, nothing, nothing... nothing. I didn't touch you with my lower heart, you cat. Huh?!

I know this.

It was an ugly excuse, unwilling to mingle 100%.

The more I say, the worse.

"Yes, it's none of my business. It's just... if Rick sees the sight, he might pull it off, because he's a little bit of a cleanser."

"Ugh...?! Oh, yeah, you know what...?

It's something that takes such an attitude, so I want to poke you where it hurts. I poked it.

Usually that daring invincible Bernie is the wolf. That was just rust coming out of me though.

"Um? Was it also a problem -...?

"No, I don't mind if they do. Then I'll go hunting. We're both trying too hard to move tomorrow because of muscle aches. Please stop being such a wretch."

It's a totally naughty uncle and troubled thing......

I could still forgive you if you had no obnoxious purpose, but Barney's upset was telling the truth.

"Oh, yeah - Then let me rub Mr. Bunny's shoulder, too."

"Oh, you know, that's... that's next time, please, next time...?

Barney, you can hear that hissing story, too. What are you doing, can you seriously tell Rick...?

Bernie Goliath was a normal jerk uncle who gets dumb as soon as it comes to women......